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jimlingss · 8 years ago

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For Everything

Words: 6001

Genre: Fluff, a tiny bit of angst, Bad Girl OC, Good Guy Hoseok

Notes: Cause there’s too many bad boy-good girl stories. I’m spinning it around. GIF Warning for swearing.

“Jung Hoseok.” The teacher looks up, scanning the room, his glasses on the tip of his nose.

Hoseok raises his hand. “Present.”

“Y/L/N Y/N.” Silence. The teacher looks up once again to scan the room. “Y/L/N Y/N.” He repeats and silence answers. The students look around and start murmuring. The first day and a student is already skipping? The teacher sighs and continues down the list. Once he’s finished, he turns around and begins writing on the chalkboard.

At that exact moment, the door slams open. Dressed in a dark leather jacket and combat boots, you walk in as everyone stops and stares. You walk over to an empty desk at the back, slamming your bag onto the table. Sitting down and putting your feet up as the teacher begins to scold.

“Are you Y/N? Who do you think you are to be coming late on the first day and interrupting class? See me after school.” But you scoff in response. “Excuse me?”

You spit your gum on the floor. “I don’t think so.” Everyone including the teacher is gaping, absolutely baffled. “You should be lucky I even showed up.” You smirk while staring down at your nails, picking at some dirt underneath it.

The teacher’s face turns red and he starts screaming, startling everyone except you. “Go down to the office right now! Did your mother even teach you manners?”

You click your tongue in annoyance before putting your feet down, grabbing your bag and storming out the room. The teacher’s voice rings down the hallway. “Come back here right now! I’m going to get you suspended!”

Everyone’s silent and afraid for the rest of the hour. Rumours spread quickly through the school. “She’s in a gang.” “She’s no good.” Some are impressed and others are disgusted with your behavior. But after that, you don’t show up anymore, leaving a vacant seat next to Hoseok.

The air is crisp as Hoseok walks home from school. Suddenly, he stops in his tracks and he peers down a dark alley - a noise catches his ears.

“Yah! You think you're so good, don’t you?” A girl shoves you against the wall.

“Just cause you can fight a little?” One of them spits in your face.

Hoseok stands there frozen, his brain telling him to go get help but his body, unable to step forward or back.

Another girl grabs your arm but you easily shake it off. “Get out of my face.” You say with no emotion.

“Ha! Did you just hear this bitch?” One of them squawk, annoyed.

You shove the girl back and she falls to the ground. The others begin to lunge but you easily dodge their slow movements, punching them back. You prepare your stance, legs bent and fists out. You avoid all their punches and you kick them back with your foot. One shoves you against the wall but you easily push them off and onto the ground. Another grabs onto your back while their friend kicks you in the stomach. Upon impact you scramble backwards but with one punch, she falls over. Their fingernails graze your face and they try to pull on your hair….weak. You easily flip them all to the ground and before you know it, they’re all groaning and crying in the dirt.

You were slightly scratched but still in standing condition. Hoseok stunned, watches you walk out the alley - getting closer and closer to him. Your combat boots drag on the floor, kicking pebbles that stand in your way. Ignoring him but shoulders grazing, you murmur. “What a coward.”

“Wait!” Feeling bad for just watching and not doing anything, he calls out to you. He easily catches up as you’re softly limping on your left leg. He grabs your wrist.

“Let go.” You say, trying to shake him off but his grip was too tight.

“I’m in the same class as you. I’m Hoseok.” He says. “I sit next to you.”

“So what?” You say sharply. What was the point of him telling you? You finally free yourself from his hold.

“Wait!” He shouts as you limp away, ignoring him while disappearing onto the streets. Does she not have a home? He wonders to himself.

20 minutes before the morning class was going to end, you slam the door open - dressed in your favourite dark green hoodie and face all beat up. The teacher doesn’t even bother to say anything and the other kids murmur amongst themselves. “Quiet!” He calls and the students quiet down, continuing the lesson. You shove your bag and sit comfortably in the desk while Hoseok stares at you in curiosity.

At lunch, all the kids split in the hallway like the red sea, afraid of you. You hear their whispers. “Why is she here?” “Oh so scary.” “She’s so cool.” “I’m scared!” “Who does she think she is?”

“Where are you going Hoseok?” Namjoon asks as Hoseok suddenly stands up from their lunch table.

“I’ll be right back.” He says quickly before dashing out.

He walks up the stairs to the empty rooftop and as expected, you were there - sitting on the ground, eyes closed, back pressed against the wall. “Here.” He says while handing out his hotdog sandwich - a recipe he invented when there wasn’t anymore hotdog buns at home.

Who was disturbing your rest? You opens one eye. “What?” You flutter open the other eye. “What are you doing?”

“Just...you look like you're hungry.” He says simply. “You don’t have any food, do you?”

You scoff. “Are you pitying me right now?” Staring daggers into his eye. “I don’t need your handouts.”

“Aish. Why are you so stubborn?” He grabs your hands and opens it up. “Just take it!” But before he places it in your hands, he pauses for a moment. “What do you call a dog with a fever?”

What?

Upon hearing your silence, he answers the joke himself. “A hot dog.” He shoves it in your hand and runs away, leaving you absolutely baffled.

What the hell? Was this guy an idiot? But you couldn’t help but let a smile slip at his horrible pun. You bore down at the stale bread and you scoff in disbelief but you take a bite anyways, feeling less hungry than you did before.

Walking home from school, Hoseok turns the corner. “OH MY GOD!” He puts a hand on his heart and stumbles backwards. “You scared me!” He shouts angrily at you.

You scoff, leaning against the wall with your arms crossed. “Thanks for the food. I just wanted to say that. I don’t like owing anyone.”

His breathing becomes even and he stands up straight. “Yeah no problem. It was nothing.”

Feeling an itch, you take out a cigarette and lighter. You flick the top and a flame appears. You dip your cigarette in and pressing it to your lips, you take a whiff - all while Hoseok stares holes into you. “What? You want one?” You ask him, letting it hang in your mouth as your pockets shuffle for the packet.

Instead, he takes the cigarette out of your mouth and throws it to the ground, stomping on it.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?” You scream at him while grabbing the collar of his shirt. “Do you wanna fight? You think I get those for free?”

He escapes through your loosened hold. “Smoking’s bad for you. You’re going to get lung cancer and die.” He scolds you.

“Ha. It’s better if I die.” You take out the pack to grab another but suddenly he grabs it. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” You say trying to grab it back but he puts it above his head - out of your reach.

“Don’t waste your life when you have potential.” He says simply before putting it in his pocket, making a mental note to discard it in the trash later.

You scowl at him. “Don’t tell me what to do or who I am.” Giving up, you shove your hands back in your pocket and you disappear into the streets, Hoseok watching your silhouette. You decided to spare him since he helped you before - now you were even.

A couple days pass and Hoseok finds himself after school once again but giggling with Jimin and Yoongi down the street. “Oh.” In his peripheral vision, he spots a something familiar. “I’ll catch you guys later!” He calls and runs, leaving the two confused but they shrug it off, continuing on their way.

She throws you out and you fall to the ground. “I’m sorry. I don’t serve dirty customers who run away after they’ve eaten!” The ajumma yells on the steps of her restaurant while pointing at you.

“YAH! Ajumma! I have money now!” You point back at her, yelling.

Someone lifts you from behind and you turn around - it’s Hoseok. He helps you get up and he smiles at the lady. “What are you doing ajumma? This my friend.”

You look at him in disbelief and the restaurant lady uses her ladle in her hand to point at Hoseok. “Hoseok-ah. Why do you know someone like this?” She scolds.

He laughs softly. “Can you please get us two bowls of jajangmyeon?” He requests but she continues her frown. Then Hoseok begins to pout. “Pleaaseee. We’ll sit outside~” Of course, everyone’s weak to Hoseok’s aegyo. The ajumma sighs with an ‘aish’ and goes back in. Hoseok shouts a ‘thank you’.

All the while, you stare at him in disbelief. Why was he always helping you? Why did you keep running into him? Fate was strange.

You clear your throat as both of you take a seat outside on two stools. “You didn’t have to do that.” You say, a bit embarrassed.

“I know.” He answers simply and when you turn, he’s beaming at you. “But I can’t help but help pretty girls.” He winks and you frown in annoyance - why was this guy always so happy?

The food comes sooner than expected. She hands both of you the bowls while glaring at you. Hoseok smiles once again, dimples showing on either side and then she returns back into her small restaurant.

“Hey! Slow down!” He says as you wolf it all down - not caring of his presence. Without breathing, you suck up the noodles like a vaccum cleaner, trying to satisfy your starvation. Hoseok watches in amusement. She must’ve not eaten in awhile, he thinks to himself.

He smiles and eats it quickly too, trying to time it so that he finishes with you. Soon, you stand up and you go inside the shop - determined to pay this time but Hoseok soon follows and before you can slap the money on the counter, he does. “What the hell? I can pay.” You grumble.

“It’s fine. On me.” He says with a smile that makes girls hearts flutter but not yours - you frown. Walking out of the restaurant, you grumble to yourself. Now you owed him again.

Quickly leaving the money on the counter, he runs out and begins following you with a kept, consistent distance. You turn around and he freezes with a surprised expression. “Why are you following me? Don’t you have something better to do?” You call out to him.

“Nope.” He says simply. “I don’t have anything better to do.” He smiles again. You turn around and begin walking, picking up the pace to try to lose your annoying ‘friend’.

He catches up to you and walks alongside with you. “I don’t want you to get in trouble.”

“What the hell? Are you my mother? Go away!” Picking up the speed, you realize you’re almost jogging and he follows your steps. You could easily beat him up but his kindness and smile - you’d feel more than guilty afterwards.

You walk into a convenient store and Hoseok waits outside, kicking pebbles under his feet. Eventually, you leave the store and you slip in the opposite direction from him. He almost misses you but his peripheral vision never fails.

“Oh!” He runs up to you. “What did you buy?” He asks and peers into your plastic bag - to his dismay, it was bottles and bottles of alcohol. Suddenly, he grabs the bag and you stop in the middle of the sidewalk. Your efforts to try to grab it back are futile. Adults pass by and in fear you scowl at him.

“How did you buy this?” He holds up a bottle, analyzing it’s label. “You’re still underaged!” He says, looking up with eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

“Yah! Are you stupid? There’s nothing in this world you can’t do it you have money.” You say bitterly while trying to grab it back but he swings the bag out of your reach. Annoyed levels raising - you’re seriously considering dragging him to a back alley to beat him up.

“K. Fine. You want some? I’ll share with you.” You say with a sigh. Beating up someone who was so nice to you probably was not very ethical - no matter how messed up you were, you still had some morals.

“That’s not what I meant!” He says. Suddenly a couple officers yell in your direction.

“Oh crap.” Hoseok was still in his school uniform and he was holding bottles of beer in broad daylight. Oh god, there’s no choice. You grab him and begin to run. He drops the bottles in the process, some shattering and some rolling down the road. Abandoning the booze, you both run down the alleys as the officers chase.

“Damn kids!” They shout as you get farther and farther away.

By the time you’ve lost them - you’re in absolute rage. He collapses on the ground, catching his breath and laughs at the wild chase. You lean your back against the alley walls. “YAH! Are you crazy?” He not only lost your alcohol but you two were chased by the police who would’ve arrested you for underaged drinking. Having no one to bail you out, you would’ve been in serious trouble.

“No. You’re crazy.” He says between breaths but he laughs again in disbelief, adrenaline pulsing through his veins.

“It’s even now.” You say, still trying to calm down from the race. “You paid for me but you lost my beer.”

“You shouldn’t waste your money on alcohol Y/N.” He ignores you calling it even. You scoff at him but your heart softens when he calls your name. “You shouldn’t fight either. You have opportunities. People may step all over you now because you don’t have power and money but you can become powerful.”

You glare at him but he only beams back with tender eyes. “Y/N-ah.” He calls your name and it resonates. “Come to school with me.”

“Psh.” You turn your head, baffled by his constant scoldings but also to hide the red tint on your cheeks. “I don’t need anyone to lecture me.”

Somehow, fate wraps its fingers around you two. Hoseok always somehow manages to find you wandering the streets. He follows you around and you’re annoyed at first but being unable to shake him off, you begin to warm up to him. He reminds you of warm sunshine, always smiling with dimples on each side of his cheeks.

Once as a prank, you walked through a particularly sketchy street to see if he’d still follow you. That particular street you chose was part of the red light district. That day, you learnt Hoseok was easily scared and his screams were very high pitched and shrill.

You double over in laughter. “Oh my god.” You wipe tears from your eyes. The image of Hoseok clinging to you as sex workers flirted with him, the fear in his eyes and the confusion of the girls sent you into another fit of giggles.

“It’s not funny!” He says. “Don’t do that again!” He pouts and you laugh. He stares.

You finally calm down. “What?”

“It’s just that I haven’t seen you laugh.”

“Psh. I’m human too, you know.” You nudge him.

Hoseok starts taking notes for you and hands you homework every day after school, for the classes you skip. “You should go to school.” He says but you brush him off every time he mentions it.

“I don’t care.” But somehow you don’t have the heart to throw away the books he gives you. Opening them up, you notice how precise his writing is and all the detail and hard-work he’s put in them.

“Why are you so happy?” You ask him one day as you two munch on burgers, sitting on the curb.

A silence, he thinks. “I don’t know. I guess I’m just a hopeful person.” You turn to him and he smiles.

In the cold night, a cloud appears as you exhale your breath. You watch it dissipate then you glance at your worn watch. He was 10 minutes late.

Kicking pebbles with your torn sneakers, your ears perk up. You hear steps and breaths getting closer and closer. “Sorry I’m late.” He says, hunched over trying to catch his breath.

It all started when earlier that day you told Hoseok he was too much of a goodie two shoes. He retaliated with a strong and exaggerated ‘noooooo’. Somehow, you managed to convince him to sneak out with you late at night.

You smirk. “Let’s go.” You move over to the motorcycle next to you and you find the silver key in your pocket.

“You own that right?” He frowns as you get on the seat.

Your silent for a moment. “I...borrowed it.”

“So you stole it?”

“You could say that.” Your mischievous laughter echos a bit too loudly down the empty street lit by lamp posts. “Get on.”

“Do you know how to ride?” He asks as puts the helmet on and he grabs onto your waist, holding it tightly out of fear.

“Guess you’re gonna have to find out.” You tease.

The ride is exhilarating for both you and him but not in the least bit relaxing. His screaming rings your ears and you can’t help but giggle. Everytime you turn a corner too sharply, he scolds you. “Be careful! Be careful! Be careful!” When you go over the speed limit, he screams extra loudly. “AAaAaAaAaAaAaAhhhhhHhhHhHhhHHhhhhhHHHHH!” Giving him mercy, you slow down and make your way to the stop.

He stumbles out of his seat, face colourless and looking absolutely exhausted. You sit down on the bench while staring out at the quiet, city skyline. The sound of cars zooming past in the distant fills the crisp air. The numerous stars in the sky glows faintly, not able to compete with the bright office buildings and street lamps that casts beams on the road. For once, life seems calm and in control.

You decide to not tease Hoseok for his wimpiness. Both of you sit in silence staring and taking in the beauty in front of you. But you wonder if Hoseok is enjoying the view or trying to recover himself from the ride.

“Y/N. I don’t want you to get hurt.” He says breaking the silence. “Your future is bright.”

You scoff. “Is it really? For a girl like me who’s been abandoned by her own mother and left with an alcoholic father that gets chased by loan sharks - really?”

He turns to you with a serious expression. “It doesn’t matter what they did. You have control of your life.”

“Why are you always so caught up with me?” You turn to him with a frown. “Why do you care so much?”

“I don’t know.” He whispers and to Hoseok that wasn’t a lie. All his life, he’s played by the rules, listened to the adults around him and followed the guidelines. But from the moment you stormed in that classroom on the very first day, Hoseok just knew - he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. I just care about you...a lot.

He turns to you but you’re staring at him with wide eyes. He scrunches his eyebrows, ready to ask ‘what’s wrong?’ but he quickly realizes, he accidentally let his thoughts become words. “Uhh...I didn’t mean..wait...I do mean...ugh!”

But your eyes crinkle and a giggle escapes your lips. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For everything.” You look away from him, turning to the sky with a tilted head - trying to wipe the smile off your face but failing. “For caring about someone like me.”

Spinning your head back to him, you quickly freeze. His face is so close, his soft lips millimeters away from yours and his eyes are boring into them with a gentle desire. “We should get back.” You murmur but instead his silk lips are on yours in one quick motion.

When you blink, he’s gone. It happens so fast, you can only sit there, stunned. He gets up and stretches his arms with an ‘ahh’. Your hand goes up to your mouth and you turn to glare at Hoseok - he just kissed you, but it was more of a peck than a kiss.

He laughs. “Are you coming or not?”

Fighting was something you could do, perhaps the only thing you could do but you weren’t that skilled. Sure, you could take on girls, teenagers and maybe one big guy. But when an actual group of gangsters surrounds you like now, you’re dead meat.

“Where’s your old man?” One asks and your back hits the dead-end of an alley.

“I don’t know.” You answer sharply, gaze unwavering. You honestly didn’t know and you didn’t care. He came, went and you hated it the most when he stayed. With alcohol in his system, he had no mercy to you, beating you senseless until you fought back, ran away or he collapsed with sleep. So you left home and only came back to steal any money he left behind.

“You’re lying!” Another shouts. They were loan sharks and for them to track you down - you couldn’t even begin to imagine how much he owed them. One of them punches you in the face and a stream of blood trickles from your nose.

Another grabs your throat, pushing you against the wall and lifts you off the ground. You stay limp in his grasp. “Fine. Kill me, it’s better that way.” You smile and laugh hysterically until his grip tightens. You couldn’t care less whether they killed you or your father, it would be better for humanity either way.

He finally lets go and your limp body falls to the ground. Their boss crouches to the ground, lower to your level and he takes a fistfull of your hair, lifting your head up to stare into his eyes. “Fine. You might not care if we kill you or your dad but what about your little friend who’s been following you around?” Hoseok.

“He has nothing to do with this. Leave him alone.” You spit in his face. Enraged, he wipes his face and throws you aside.

“You bitch.” He stands and stares down at you. “Since you’re so young, naive and stupid - we’ll give you a week.” His minions split like the red sea and he walks through. The others take turns stomping on you, leaving you bruised and bleeding before they leave.

Left battered in the back of a dirty, dark alley - you refuse to cry. Biting on your lower lip so hard you almost draw blood, you swallow back every cry. You sit there lifelessly with no energy, watching rats scurry around looking for food. Let’s leave, you finally decide.

The only reason you stayed was because you had some kind of stupid hope that your mother would return for you...except she never did. Then Hoseok became the reason you stayed but now he was being threatened. He was an innocent, a bystander and he shouldn’t get hurt because of you. You...you had already done enough damage.

You manage to stumble home, no it wasn’t home - it was just a shack, even less than a house. As expected, your father wasn’t home. You searched the drawers, anywhere where he could leave money but there was nothing. You would have to wait until you could buy that train ticket out of here - going by foot would be worse than a death sentence. That night you decide to stay in the shack - with not even a bedroom and everything in shambles, you laid on the cold floor with a thin blanket.

Unable to sleep, you flipped through Hoseok’s notes, reading his cute side comments, highlights and doodles. On a particular page, he even writes down his phone number with a ‘call me’ comment. You laugh a little with his ‘this is so boring’ comments and you finally fall asleep with the notebook in your arms.

“Go away Hoseok!” You hadn’t seen him since the night you snuck him out. You didn’t go to the meeting place after school and you didn’t walk through your usual streets and alleys.

He grabs onto your wrist, stopping you. “Why have you been avoiding me? If it’s something I said then I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to stick my nose where it doesn’t belong. I…..I’m sorry for kissing you.” He pleads. “Oh my god.” He looks at you and then cups your face in his hands. His fingertips brush your cuts and bruises that covered your face. “What the hell happened? Who hurt you like this?”

But you look aside, avoiding his eyes. You scream with cracks in your voice. “I said...leave me alone!” You push him away and this time, he doesn’t follow you. He watches as your silhouette disappears down the streets.

There wasn’t much packed in your bag - it wasn’t like you had much to begin with. Some clothes and Hoseok’s notes you couldn’t bear to leave behind. You made your way to the train station with your pocket change - you didn’t have even enough for a meal, much less a train ticket. But time was up and if you didn’t leave, the loan sharks would come and kill you. Though you didn’t care much for living, dying because of your dad’s debt didn’t sit right in your stomach. You would never die because of him - he wasn’t worth your life.

So with agility and cunning abilities in your combat boots, you snuck onto the busy bustling train. And before you knew it, you were in the next city over.

Wandering around and stealing from convenience stores lasted you about 2 weeks. Though you had to sleep in alleys, you didn’t mind too much. You had too much pride to hold up signs like the homeless and too much pride to eat from garbage cans. As a result, stealing made the cops chase you almost everyday and there were many close encounters.

Soon you found yourself missing Hoseok’s company. You missed his bad jokes, his endless energy, his aegyo that made you cringe, his warm presence. You missed him. And you found yourself multiple times at a telephone booth tempted to call him but you built strength, and you didn’t. The only comfort on your lonely days were flipping through his notebook under the dim street light.

You missed him but maybe he didn’t miss you. You wondered what he was doing a lot but no matter what - you couldn't drag him into your problems...until you were held at gunpoint.

The man was breathless from the chase. The others showed up after him, all catching their breaths. “Did you really think you could escape us? You stupid bitch!”

One of them lands a punch in your abdomen and you stumble backwards. You grab his fist and you flip him over. The others lunge at you and you try your best to dodge, landing punches and kicks when the opportunity arrises. You manage to hurt them a bit but you’re in a much worse condition.

“Stop.” Their boss says and you whip your body around to find a barrel of a gun staring back at you. You freeze with knees wobbling from the fight and he laughs. “You’re exactly like your father. A duplicate. You’re following right in his footsteps and I bet you don’t even realize.”

You hitch your breath. They were right, you were becoming the person you most despised. “KILL ME THEN!” You scream to him in rage. He cocks the gun and you close your eyes - ready to be consumed by your darkness.

“No.” He says and he lowers the gun. His cracked smile sends shivers of fear up your spine. “I’m feeling merciful today and you’re looking so pitiful right now.” He approaches you and lifts your chin up with his gun. “It’s not very fair that you were chased because of your father’s greed…. Am I right? So we’ll stop hunting you.”

He turns to walk away. “Why?” Your voice cracks and he turns around.

“Because you’re so powerless.” He laughs. “Consider it like an investment or lottery. I have a feeling if I let you go now, in the future, you’ll be crawling back to me on your knees begging for money…..just like your father.”

He leaves and his minions leave with him. You slump to the ground and you cry. Hot tears stream down your face, burning your skin in the process. Your wails rebound against the brick walls and in frustration - you grit your teeth and slam your fists against the rock hard ground, cracking your knuckles.

They were right. You were becoming your father.

The phone rings, an unknown number lights up the screen. Hoseok slides to answer and presses it against his ear. “Hello?” Silence. “Hello?” He repeats.

“H...Hoseok?” It’s your voice.

“Oh my god! Y/N where have you been? It’s been over two weeks! Where are you?” He frantically shouts into the other line, while looking around as if you’d appear on the other side of the road.

“Hoseok.” You interrupt with cracks and sobs in your voice. “Is it really possible to turn my life around?”

“What is she doing here?” The kids murmur amongst themselves as you appear in the courtyard, dressed in a proper uniform. You lower your head in shame as you quicken your steps. Then suddenly, a reassuring hand touches your shoulder and you lift your head. It was Hoseok.

“I’m sorry about my rude behaviour and for everything that I did. Please forgive me.” You bow your head to your teacher. His eyebrows raise and his mouth drops in surprise. He turns the other way and mumbles ‘it’s fine’.

You enter the classroom and the kids quiet down. You sit in your desk and Hoseok beams beside you. Listening intently to the teacher and writing down notes until the bell rings, you join Hoseok for lunch and he introduces you in his circle of friends.

“Namjoon!” Hoseok stops him in the middle of the hallway.

“What’s wrong Hoseok?”

Hoseok scratches the back of his head, embarrassed. “Ummm...can you lend me some of your notes from last semester.”

“Sure! But why?” He asks with curiosity.

“No reason.” Hoseok says casually.

“Are you ready?” He waits after school for you and you nod, following into the library. Hoseok promised to help you study and catch up on everything you missed. Little did you know, Hoseok actually sucks at school himself and has to review everything the night before in order to teach you.

“Here. Like this.” He writes in your notebook. “‘X’ equals negative b plus or minus the square root of b squared minus four ac over two a.” You tilt your head and nod at the same time, concentrated on his writing.

“So in this case, four would be a and three would be c and….” Your voice trails off and Hoseok stares at your concentrated face. “Like this?” You look up, his eyes meet yours. Embarrassed, he breaks away and looks down.

“That’s right!” He rustles your hair messily. “Good job!” You hold back a smile but a little one slips past your lips.

Everyday, he tutors you with every single subject until the library closes and the librarian has to throw you two out. Hoseok helps you and eventually kids becomes less and less scared of you - you even befriend some people yourself.

Friends...who knew you could ever make them. Before, people were either enemies or strangers. You glance at Hoseok. “What’s wrong?” He asks.

Changing your life around? Your father would’ve laughed, your mother would’ve snickered. You thought was impossible but maybe with his help….maybe it wasn’t. “Nothing.” You answer, nonchalantly.

“I can walk home by myself Hoseok.” You reassure him. In the evenings, after the study lessons, he walks you home still afraid you’ll get yourself in trouble - afraid that one day you’ll disappear for good.

“Okay.” He says and grabs your shoulders. He takes one good look at you and pulls you in a hug.

“What are you doing?” You say, confused but he lets go.

Before you can say anything he dashes away. “See you tomorrow Y/N!” He beams at you from a distance and you can only scoff in disbelief - a secret smile on your lips.

Making your way home, the sudden smell of alcohol fills your senses. He’s home. “What are you doing here?” You slam open the door to find your father snoring on the floor, empty bottles clustered together beside him.

“Yah! Get up!” You kick him but he continues to snore. You grab a bottle and you smash it against the wall, the shard shattering all over the place. However, the loud noise doesn’t even make your father stir, much less wake up.

You glare at his red face, sleeping peacefully and you feel spiteful. Anger and resentment coursing through your veins. He was the reason your mother left, the reason why you were chased, the reason why you wandered the streets. But he continued to live his life selfishly like he didn’t affect anyone, like he had no responsibilities. He hurt you and caused you more pain than he would ever know.

With the broken bottle clutched in your hand, it would be so easy to kill him. All the years you dreamt of killing him - you could do it now. ‘Kill him’ your mind screams at you. You would’ve done anything to end his life. ‘Kill him’. You’ve thought about it a million times before and you’ve thought of a thousand ways. ‘Kill him’.

But you don’t and the broken bottle slips through your fingers, and falls to the ground, breaking - a final shatter.

Years later.

“Jung Hoseok.” The principal announces at the podium. Hoseok flashes you a wink and smile before going up the stage. “Congratulations.” They shake hands and cameras flash.

“Y/L/N Y/N.” Nervous butterflies flutter in your stomach, telling you - you made it. You step up on the stage and he reaches out to shake your hand. “Congratulations on your diploma.” He says and cameras flash once more.

Parents scramble to take pictures of their children. Friends congratulate each other, laughter fills the courtyard, hats are thrown in the air. You intertwine hands with Hoseok, the other hand carries your scroll of accomplishments. “Hey Hoseok.” You turn to him.

He smiles, dimples appearing on both sides and he hums.

You lean your head on his shoulder. “Thank you.”

He smiles but furrows his brows. “For what?”

“For everything.” You say simply.

‘Kill him’. But you don’t and the broken bottle slips through your fingers, and falls to the ground, breaking - a final shatter. He jolts awake from the sound, his eyes slowly fluttering open. Intoxication is clearly still consuming him alive. He grins at you and you feel nauseous. “Are you finally going to kill me?” He slurs and laughs. “I’m not like you.” You murmur under your breath. “Because I have something you never had….hope.”

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